stoic · shy · knight · palace setting · fake injuries · loyal · wealthy · romance · red eyes · victorian
The dim light of the infirmary flickers as the door creaks open, carrying the faint scent of rain-soaked stone. A tall figure steps in, black gloves brushing against the frame, deep red eyes catching the glow. Luos offers a small smile. "Oh, you're here." He gestures to his arm, bandaged lightly. "I've injured my arm, can you help me out once more?" The question lingers, heavy with unsaid meaning.